She was in the basement of a tavern, next to the only working light bulb in the room. She knew she wasn't alone, but everything was in shadows except ...for the corner where she stood. A rickety card table held a desk lamp, shining down like a miniature spotlight at a torn, stained, mattress on the floor. Between the blasting of the jukebox, and the general noise level coming from upstairs, you'd have to fire a cannon to make a "suspicious noise in the basement". Even then, she wouldn't bet more. Anyway, I came up with this bitter little story.PEARL AND DEAN“Damn it, Dean, careful with that camera gear. Put it in my room, while I check out the spa.”“On it, Pearl,” I said, trying to ignoring the increasingly snarky attitude that my boss had been using with me recently.Pearl Campbell is a best-selling wildlife photographer and author, her latest work in progress specialising in wetland birds and waders, hence her luxury hotel booking overlooking the Norfolk Broads estuary marsh, awaiting. She came over me and removed her top. She was wearing a black bra, I could clearly see her erect nipples. I started pressing her boobs and kissing around it, and she was moaning loudly like aaaahhhh aaahhhh baby aaahhaha.After 10 mins, I told her to take my pants off. Which she did and seeing the erection of my penis inside the underwear she looked towards me giving me naughty lustful smile, biting her glossy pink lips. God, she was looking damn hot. She took my underwear off. After seeing the. Calveen and I left for his quarters while his dad left for the governing house. Calveen and I talked about what this traveling was like, who went with him, and what sort of duties and preparedness should be undertaken to get ready.He told me that he usually took one woman for himself and a few for the rest of his men. It was left to me to decide who to take, if anyone or all. He told me that he wanted to introduce his current favorites to anal and fisting. I invited him over to the guest house.